Dear Diary Book 1

Chapter 1

If found please return to:

Frankey Brime
17 years old

20 Javelin road
Kelly town.

Dear Diary...

Ever since birth I have seen things, people to be precise, people that only I can see. It isn't easy living a life when I never sleep alone, shower alone... go to the bathroom alone. I have strangers watch me, boys, girls, women and men. I am so used to being followed that when I suddenly have a moment where there is no one around and I am completely alone, an anxiety grows within me. I hate being alone. 

Through my life however there has been one person. The same person that never leaves my side; the hat man as I call him. He never speaks, forever a mute; I have asked him what is it that he wants? Sometimes I wonder if he is a guardian angel of some sort. However he doesn't seem to save me or stop me doing bad things. He is a mystery. There are moments where he goes away but the majority of the time he is somewhere near by, whether it's when I turn a corner, enter a different room or even go on holiday. 

I am 17 years old and live in Kelly town. I have very few friends and pretty much keep myself to myself. My life is full of wonder, my parents know about the things I see but never comment on it; they thought that I would more than likely grow out of it. As a child they thought they were just my imaginary friends until I grew out of the imaginary friend stage and still talked about these people I see. They eventaually took me to a psychologist who attempted to rid the voices in my head and what they called were halucinations. I was given tablets and diagnosed with scitzophrenia but after a concoction of various pills the voices or people never disappeared, I was a lost cause and sent home. The doctors told my parents to keep an eye on me, if i ever grew violent then I would need to be sectioned but otherwise I should be able to manage it and live a near to normal life.

I decided then to stop talking to my parents about the voices and people, and often ignore the people that I do see, they often ask me to do things such as pass on messages to loved ones or find lost loved ones that have also passed away.

Some may say that it is a gift, but I believe it may be a curse. Some that was given to me at birth and have to ive with for the rest of my life.

Frankey